We were fortunate enough to have servants in our home when I was growing up, and it came natural to me to direct the servants in completing their task...s as I desired. It wasn’t a matter of being harsh to them, but was instead just a quiet resolve to make sure that they did as they were instructed. As I became an adult, I found that I could direct the female servants, some of whom were married, to perform sexually for me, and they came to enjoy the good fucking that I gave them with my large. "Is Sascha here?", he said as the first thing to say."Yeah, shes here.", her English was much better. She must have been a born out of Asia Asian.He saw who appeared to be Sascha wrapped in a green towel and said,"Hi Sascha, its me. I spoke to you on the phone." Can I come in?" Yeah.", the emo like Asian answered.He stepped in and then was motioned to a back bedroom. The room was small. A bed, a chair with a portable air conditioning unit on it, bed sheets up as curtains on the window. The. I decided it was time to be more inviting and I gently cracked the door open in an effort to entice a visitor.It did not take long before I had a new friend help himself to my booth. No words were exchanged, just a smile, wink, and nod. His looks were tough to make out in the limited harsh glow of the video, but he had a large frame which was very powerful looking. He began slowly unbuckling his pants. It was far too slow for my liking so I dropped to my knees, replacing his hands with mine and. I had thought so much about my treatment that I started thinking about what the aliens had done to me. If they had only changed my biologics it would be only a matter of 12 years or so before one of my sons could be used and misused in my stead.They must have passed on my powers genetically. I could see that this was the only way mankind could continue. Governments come and governments go. The only way to control humanities population was if we men were reengineered so that we would not.